Page 12 of The Count

But itwas.

The soaked cloth was flush against my wet folds, sticking a little bit as he pulled it down and fully exposed me. I whined softly. Could he see how much my clit was throbbing? Would he be able to see the way I was glistening with my own wetness under the overhead lights?

Everything seemed to be spiraling out of control so very quickly.

“Your ass is even prettier than I ever imagined, bad girl.”

I blushed hard, trying to grapple with the knowledge that he liked what he saw even though I wasn’t really sure I wanted him to see.

“It’s going to look even more ravishing once it’s been properly punished,” he asserted, and my thighs quaked the slightest bit.

“I’m sorry, Dmitri,” I tried, my nerves beginning to win out. His hand had hurt over my leggings and even more over my panties. I was having difficulty imagining what a real spanking from him would feel like on my bare ass and it was even scarier knowing that I was about to find out.

“I’ve already forgiven you, naughty girl.”

“Please don’t spank me,” I pleaded. I felt so small begging like this, with my leggings and my panties pulled down to my knees. My ass was naked, up in the air and so very vulnerable. It stung already and I was suddenly nervous about how much more what was coming was going to hurt. I was so out of my element.

His hand cupped my bottom, the tips of his fingers glancing dangerously close to my pussy. He was still for a moment, letting the proximity of his touch fully sink in before he took a single digit and dragged it up and down my inner thigh, through my wetness and only millimeters away from my most private place.

“You need this, Mina. This right here proves it,” he observed, making no secret that he could not only see my arousal, but he could feel it too.

I was so embarrassed, but I was also impossibly aroused, and I could do nothing to stop it. It was like a train steamrolling right off its tracks.

His hands squeezed my wrists, comforting in a strange way.

“This will be easier for you if you just surrender, my bad girl. The longer you fight, the more it’s going to hurt,” he said gently. There was no room for negotiation in his voice. There was simply the inevitable.

I was going to get a hard spanking.

It was going to sting very much.

Lastly, there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My body had stopped trying to fight him. My mind wasn’t ready yet. One of my hands wound around his wrist, holding on for what I knew was going to be the hardest part.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded. When I didn’t immediately comply, he used his foot to force them open. I wailed in shame, this new position somehow making everything that much worse.

I had been exposed before, but now I was ondisplay.

His other hand cupped my ass cheek, squeezing it hard enough to cause the sting to return from his earlier smacks. Then he released me, only to start the spanking anew.

I realized then that he had been being kind earlier, that he was only spanking me at something like a thirty percent capacity and now he’d amped it all the way up. The punishment came hard and fast, covering every inch of my backside with cruel slaps that burned far more than any of the ones before.

I’d have equated it to sitting right on a fire or getting stung by a thousand bees, but this was so much worse than any of that. This was embarrassing and shameful and confusingly arousing in a way it shouldn’t be.

I shouldn’t like it.

His hand was relentless, but it was positively cruel once he punished the place where my ass met my thighs. Those spanks stung more than I thought possible, at least until he spanked the tops of my thighs.

My vow to keep silent fled by the tenth strike. I had no idea how long the spanking lasted or how many times his palm slapped my bare flesh.

All I knew was that it hurt. A lot.

My feet kicked against the floor, but the painful spanking continued. I tried to press my legs back together in hopes to hide my soaking wet pussy, but he simply slapped the insides of my thighs as punishment for that. I whined and cried and begged, but it didn’t stop.

It wasn’t going to end because I wanted it to.

It was going to end when he decided it should. That was becoming painstakingly clear.

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